At a minimum, one must attest to him The Heimskringla, the Prose Edda (from which derives much of what we know of Norse mythology), and books on skaldic poetry, each of which has been of great use to me. To the extent there is a single author whose influence on our next project is greatest, it is Snorri. (As an aside: the Icelandic patronymic naming system is the direct source of the fabrinymics in Primordia.) Also, the word for "horse" in Iceland is "hross" how delightful!) Anyway, we never did see the Northern Lights, but little did I know that Snorri would come to wield such a weight influence over me in the years to come. ("Ole Worm" - which we also mispronounced - got his as well. Despite the fact that the travelers were all well-intentioned, purportedly mature, multiculturalists, at least 2% of our conversation all week consisted of simply saying the name "Snorri Stuluson" and laughing at its strange sound.
There is much that can be said about that trip, but relevant to this post is that it was when first I heard of Snorri Sturluson.
His birthday being in January, this was not an impossible request, and somehow we concluded that the best way to realize it was to set off for Iceland. A dozen years ago, my dad turned 60 and declared that what he really wanted for his birthday was to see the Aurora Borealis.
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